"What do you mean by this make sense? What makes sense about it? Is experiencing things like that actually common?"
Zoemi asked in disbelief.
He also ended up grabbing Aspakeony's waist to stop her from fidgetting so much because her constant movement atop his lap was making it excessively hard to focus on her words.
"Hmm? Oh – no, don't mind me – just thinking out loud about something else. I am connected with all of my corpse puppets even when I am not controlling them directly and sometimes their thoughts slip into my mind and I blurt something weird like that."
The necromancer casually shrugged her shoulders and explain – although it kind of felt like she had that line prepared beforehand, causing a bit of suspicion in the attentive black-haired attendant.
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Zoemi furrowed his brows and ended up closing his eyes for a moment, diving into the world of dancing shadows and reaching towards Aspakeony's shadow...
"...!"
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